UNDERCOVER ⧗ BLACKHILL

Goodbye - 30

(Marci's POV)
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I know what I have to do, or whether what I'm supposed to do. I'm the only one that has the final piece of this mission. I felt horrible for lying repetitively to Natasha, but I also had to stay with the team. Not that I'm trying to make excuses, I made all the information enough, but not enough to act on.

Luckily, no one's caught on since this is the hardest mission anyones ever been on. Sure, missions have been attempted, but have never gotten anywhere near this far, let alone succeeded. Well, I hate to say it, but that's not going to change.

For fucks sake, I'm engaged. To Natasha Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff, former? second in command to Wanda Maximoff, drug and arms queen of New York.

It's such a complicated situation, and I hate to say, I kind of saw it coming, but there's no way I can turn my back on that. I just don't know how to handle it, or what to do, I guess it's going to be a on the fly thing.

"Hey love," Natasha walks up, handing me a cup of coffee.
"Hey fiancé," I add an extra emphasis on the e, to which we both smile.

"Hmmm, this is so good," I say as I take a sip of the coffee.
"I know, I made it," Natasha playfully rolls her eyes, which earns her a slight slap on the arm. She just looks at me with wide eyes, and I just know I'm so going to get killed for that later.
Not literally, of course, but you get it. You know.

We sit down next to each other in our lounge chairs, an umbrella providing us shade as we watch the beach below us. Both of us love the beach, so we get hotels on them as often as we can.

"It's so pretty," I comment, looking at the water calmly moving forward before going back again. There's a few people surfing, which I don't do as I'd fall off just getting one knee on the board.
"Just like you," Natasha comments, turning towards me, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Soft," I claim, knowing how much she hates it.
"Am not."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"You're going to pay for that, you know," she gives me her signature smirk, and let me tell you, that does things.
"What if I wanted to?"

She just drops her mouth open at my boldness, because this is about the boldest I've gotten with my comments. I don't know where I'm getting it from, but I know that while it feels good now and will later, I will regret it tomorrow morning.

We eventually get up, heading back inside. We've dedicated today as a lounge day, binge watch TV and do whatever we want. Well, that's been everyday, but it feels better if you say today. It feels like you're getting more rest for some reason.

"Let's watch a movie," I drag Natasha to the couch, pulling her down next to me.
"Ok bossy," she retorts, to which I just give her a  stare.

I pick up the remote, and start to look through what movies are available. We eventually agree on 'Tangled', as it's one of our favorites. It's just better than the rest, no arguments accepted. I think it's because of the boat lantern scene.

Snuggling into each other, I play with Natasha's hair as her head is cuddled into my neck. I won't lie, I love holding her close like this. She's the one I never want to let go.

As the end credits play on the movie, we look over to the clock, indicating that it's lunch time. There's not a lot here that we have, so it'll probably be takeout.
"What do you want for lunch?" Natasha asks, as if she was reading my mind.
"I don't know," I answer back, trying to remember places in the area.
Natasha comes up with an idea, that I'm convinced she somehow got from me. "How bout takeout now, and then we actually dress up nicely and go out later."
"Sounds perfect."
"Great, I'll go get us something," she says, knowing with how lazy I am, I don't want to leave the room for takeout.

"Get me whatever your having," I tell her, knowing that she has good taste.
"I will, and a soda, so we're not day drinking."
"Ok mom."
"Mommy to you," she gives me her signature smirk again before walking out, my jaw dropping this time. If anyone saw me, they'd think I was an idiot, I'm facing a closed door with my mouth open.

At this realization, I close my mouth and sit back down at the couch. My phones on the coffee table in front of it as it starts to ring, making me groan in annoyance. Can't people live for one day without calling for help or whatever?

I pick up my phone upon seeing the contact name, Fury.
"You are so damn lucky Natasha just left for takeout," I immediately say, not bothering to say hello.
"Well good talking to you to. How have you been? Great, thanks for asking," he jokes, a rare thing for him.
"What?" I ask now, slightly annoyed. "And make it quick, she can be back any minute."
"Ok ok, you've been doing an amazing job. The best anyones done. Everyone's amazed, and that says something."

I clear my throat, signaling to him to cut to the chase.
"Information," he finally spits out. "We have a lot thanks to you, but it seems like there's just one piece we need to tie it all together and we're wondering if there's a way to get it. I know it's been hard to keep a cover, but if you can get it, this can all be over."

My heart breaks. "I'm sorry," I choke.
"For what? You have nothing to be sorry for. You've done more than I could've ever asked you to."
"That's, I didn't think I'd get this far either. But uhm, that's, that's not what I'm sorry for."
"What then?"
"I can't," I say so quietly, I barely hear myself.
"What do you mean?" he questions.
"I'm sorry, Fury. I can't do this," I repeat, not having the guts to actually say it.
"Where are you? We can leave now," he says, clearly misunderstanding.
"No, Fury, I don't want out. I want in. That's the thing," I start, my breath shaky. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."
"Maria..." he starts in realization.

"I'm sorry, I never saw it going this way either. Trust me. I thought I wouldn't last a week. It's no one's fault but my own. I let myself fall. Give my best to Yelena and Peter, tell them I love them more than anything, they have everything going for them and I only want the best for them. I know the consequences this brings. I'm out of there. I know. Do whatever you have to, make up some story that I passed away unexpectedly or something for the public, I don't want my decisions to make you guys look bad either. But please, take care of them, because I swear, I will risk my life coming back if I somehow find out something bad happened. Goodbye, Fury," I let out, hanging up before he can reply.

Taking a deep breath and not even a second later, the door opens, Natasha holding bags of food in her hand.
"Foods here," she says, walking over and sitting back down next to me just as she was before.

I just breathe out and look at her, knowing that I have nothing to be worried about anymore.

I'm free.
With her.
The love of my life, Natasha Romanoff.

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A/N: well, it's over now. you'll never know how much i appreciate each and every single read. so, thank you. 

i always knew how this fic was going to end. how it got here, i went based off more what felt right. i had so much fun writing this.

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